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That which was taken will soon be returned.
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A hodgepodge of tweeter doodles (2/?)
He set a beer down in front of his friend with a smile. "Not often we get a night off, hm?"
How did Weskham always know just when Clarus needed him? The man was psychic, that was the only explanation. “Thanks,” he said, taking the mug and lifting it to his mouth, draining a quarter in one long gulp. The glass hi the table with a thunk. “With Prince-Trouble-Maker? Never a night off. I keep waiting for some guard to burst through that door and tell me he’s been kidnapped, or thrown in jail.” Clarus motioned to the door in question before taking another long drink. “How’d you get away?”
maaghoxgunman replied to your post “AU where Clarus survives but Regis doesn’t :)”
WHY?
BECAUSE LIFE IS MISERY AND PAIN
helmistress replied to your post “AU where Clarus survives but Regis doesn’t :)”
Gladiolus will happily keep his daddy.
Clarus will happily support his son but also regret letting Regis down.
AU where Clarus survives but Regis doesn’t :)
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
The young King beams as he brings his hands up and rests them on his best friend’s shoulders. “I am glad. Just know, if he does anything, know I have your back okay? And if he tries to hurt you or worse,” green eyes look into the blue, “you may be my Shield, but I am still your King. And I’m here for you. We fight together.”
“I know, Reggie.” Clarus lifted a hand to squeeze his friend’s arm. “We’re a team.” True as it was, he wasn’t going to get the other involved unless he had to.
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
“Maybe so for some cases, but is this one of those?” Regis looks down and frowns. “You taught me how to fight, what fighting meant, and why we do it when we do it, and why we don’t it when we could. You taught me it’s easy to kill, but you have to be stronger to know when you don’t have too. Just trust me on this, I trust you. So please don’t do this.”
“.... I won’t kill him,” he promised. Dammit, why did Regis always have to be right?
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The swing connected with his face, sending Ambrose back and forcing him to let go of Clarus’ throat. He roared as he charged forward at his son, tackling him to the ground. “You little fuck!”
He’d known what he was getting into, but his heart still raced with panic as he was tackled. Ambrose wasn’t exactly a sane man, and there’d been a number of times when Clarus thought his father might actually kill him. This was one of those. He summoned his shield to get between them, trying to block any blows and push his father back.
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
“Clarus…” He shifts as he tries to be in his Shield’s view. “Will it though? Does murder ever feel good?”
Does it ever feel good? No. Murder is always cold, hollow, and as harsh as the bottom of the bottle of vodka he knew he’d end up drowning himself in once everything was done. “Murder is necessary. Some of us have to get our hands dirty to keep others safe. I’m one of those people. I was born to be one of those people, Reggie.”
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
Regis moves to face Clarus. “He might not while my dad was King, but hurting him or worse, it won’t do you any good either, and I need my Shield, and need my friend. Come on Clarus, you are not thinking clearly. You know what the right thing to do is.”
“Don’t patronize me.” Clarus shifted away, gritting his teeth. He hated when Regis was right, mostly because his friend usually was. “It’d feel good.”
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
“You’re a better man then that Clarus, you are just giving him what he wants. Step up, don’t go down to his level. Please…”
“So... what? Be the ‘bigger man’? Let a man like that just get away with the things he’s done? You know he’s never going to answer for his crimes, Reggie.”
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"How about we go out for a bit, what do you say Clarus."
“Of course I know you can take him, but you were the one that told me when to fight and when to not to. That true courage and strength is when making something a fight or let it go.”
“He’s been kicking me my whole life. I think this is a fight long overdue.”
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“So fuckin’ be it.” Ambrose’s hand clasped around the top of Clarus’ neck. Right under his chin. His grip got tighter…and tighter…“I gave you a fuckin’ choice. Don’t act like you don’t deserve this.”
If his father wanted him dead, he shouldn’t have spent so much time teaching him how to kill. The hand around his neck cut off his airways, but Clarus didn’t need air to punch his old man in the face, which is precisely what he did.
"So don't be a victim! But don't, you know, start something with the king's Shield. He outranks you, they're gonna side with him if there's trouble."
“Mors can bite my ass too while they’re at it. The only person I answer to is Regis.”
"Clarus, I'm not scared of your dad or nothin' but, uh, maybe don't?"
“I’m not going to let some piece of shit walk all over me. I’m done being a victim, Cor.”